Besedila: Locked In A Vacancy. Exit The Futility Ward. Shakespearean Tragedy.

For in the last days mankind will become lovers of themselves moreso than lovers of God

These superficialities bombard me from all sides through the window blindly foreshadowing our own demise
The inner self ignored left unexplored

As I endeavor to never measure up

I cannot recall the day when I found myself unsatisfactory the mirror doesn?t lie unpleasing to the eye

Never thin enough never built-up enough Never measure up never measure up
Secret prayers etched in carbonite
Exalted images of plastic perfection
Tear them, tear them down Self-mutilation for sensory gratification
Tear them, down to the ground

I lose myself preoccu-passionately
dim mak affliction in the pupae stage
spawns the sickness within this chrysalis leaving behind a man now dead I remove you from myself like a gangrenous limb before the infection spreads
For in the last days mankind will become lovers of themselves moreso than lovers of God These superficialities bombard me from all sides through the window blindly
foreshadowing our own demise